11 | Matching Slaps

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I stayed close behind Robin as she checked to see who rang the doorbell.

"Who do you think it is?" I whispered and held up my baseball bat I found.

"Probably one of your dumbass boyfriends," Robin whispered back and got her rolling pin ready as she looked through the peak hole before sighing loudly.

"Who is it?!" I whisper yelled.

"I'm sorry girls did we scare you?" Robins mom walked in noticing our weapons.

"No not at all we were just having a sword fight," Robin joked and started going back down to her room.

I smiled politely before following her down.

**

Wednesday morning I woke up to my annoying alarm clock telling me my nice long weekend was over. I rolled over on my bed when my eyes landed on the Victoria's Secret bag sitting in my closet.

Smiling I went into the bathroom and washed my face before beginning to brush my teeth.

"Hurry up I have to piss!" Dustin squeaked from behind the bathroom door.

"Piss in moms bathroom!" I called back with my mouthful of toothpaste.

"Moms in there!!" He shouted louder this time.

"Then hold it!" I yelled after spitting out the toothpaste.

"I can't!" He started banging on the door.

I rinsed my mouth and opened the door for him to fall in slightly and push me out before locking the door.

"Jeez," I huffed and walked into my room stripping off my pjs and changing into the white lingerie set with some old jeans and a muted striped spaghetti strap shirt that partially showed my stomach.

Grabbing my book-bag and an apple I held the apple in my mouth as I slipped on my faded converse. I bit into the apple with a crunch just as Dustin emerged from his room all ready to get going.

"C'mon we're going to the Wheelers after school," I told him as I held the front door open so he could go into the passengers seat of my car.

I closed the door behind me and set my bag down in in the back as before turning on the ignition and pulling out of the driveway.

**
Sixth period art was a nice break between my classes plus I had Robin there. We sat at our group table with a couple of the quiet girls sitting as far away from us as possible.

"So do you?" I asked as Robin pondered my question.

"No I don't think he would," She leaned in close and whispered. "cheat on you Steve's not like that. Is he a dingus? Yes. Would he cheat on you? No. No way." She said matter-of-factly.

"You're right, he's not like that Billy is such a dick." I rolled my eyes at the thought of Billy.

I don't know how I didn't break up with him first.

"I'm always right now, how does this look?" She held up her crazy looking painting.

"Absolutely breathtaking," I marveled at the piece and held a hand to my heart. "Ten out of ten, gold star," I pretended to wipe a tear as one of the popular girls named Sydney came up to me and Robin.

"Hey Y/n wanna sit at our table?" She said and scooted farther from Robin.

"I'm good thanks," I gave a awkward smile hoping she would take no for an answer.

She didn't. "Why not? You are dating Steve now which means you get to sit with us," She gave the fakest smile I have ever seen and eyes her friends.

"I said I'm good." I turned back to face my painting and gave Robin a 'I don't know either don't look at me' look.

"Whatever bitch." She scoffed and walked away.

It took everything in me not to retaliate.

"We didn't want you and your weirdo friend sitting with us anyway." That's what put me over the edge.

Thankfully the teacher was out using the bathroom and filling up her water bottle. I stood up and tapped her shoulder before slapping her across the face.

"Me and my 'weirdo friend' don't want to sit with you and your snotty group of two timing sluts. Learn to take no for an answer." I seethed as she held the side of her face which was now bright red with her hand.

"You're gonna regret that!" She shouted- well more like screeched.

"No I don't think I am," I laughed and shrugged my shoulders before taking my seat again.

Robin stared at me with her mouth agape. Since we were never noticed I've never had to show that side of me before I started dating Steve.

"What?" I laughed and looked at her.

"Damn I didn't know you had that in you!" She whisper-yelled with a proud look in her face.

"I've had to do that twice this week," I rolled my eyes at the thought of Carol.

"I heard about that I really wish Billy hadn't pulled you away I would love to see Carol and Sydney with matching slap marks,"

"Nobody wishes that more than me," I huffed just as the bell rang.

Me and Robin grabbed our bags and paintings to put them on the rack and rushed out of there.

**

Science went by quick with Steve there. By that time everyone knew I had slapped Sydney but I didn't care. That bitch had it coming.

We walked out hand in hand to my locker he only let go when I needed to open it. He took his usual spot next to my locker watching me put away my books.

"I wish someone would just kidnap me instead of going to this dinner," I groaned and shut my locker with my bookbag inside since I had no homework and my walkie talkie was secured to my jeans.

"Why don't you just come over after," He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. "that'll give you something to look forward to," He whispered in my ear huskily.

My cheeks went red and I found it hard to breath but I got control of myself and decided to tease him. "Oh don't worry," I pulled away and drew focus to my jeans. "I was planning on it," I lowered my jeans slightly, showing a small peak at my white bordered lingerie.

His eyes widened with lust. "Why wait till tonight?" He started to inch towards me.

"Patience Steve," I laughed and walked briskly away but he only followed.

"Y/n waaaitt," He dragged on before I blew into a full blown sprint.

"Patience Stevie!" I called after him laughing as I ran into the parking lot.

"I hate you!" He stopped at the parking entrance with a wide grin on his face.

I got into my car and it only took a few minutes for Dustin to join me. Dustin insisted on playing the music and I didn't feel like arguing so I let him as I drove to the Wheelers.

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